{30-in-30} gift giving

Today’s prompt from Shimelle’s class was all about our favorite gift. Today, in the document she sends everyday during this course, she outlined the way gifting changes as you grow older. The wild excitement of gift giving when you are a little kid, and how that can morph into more careful planning both in the giving and receiving that happens as you get older.

She asked us to share our “shiniest” gift receiving moment. For me, I have quite a few gift receiving moments that stand out for me.  Most of them include my dad and the little gifts that he would pick out for me on his own. Not that my mom’s gifts weren’t always just as amazing, but for a little girl, a gift from your dad that you know he picked out for you means something special. And, those memories have probably taken on the shiny qualities even more since he’s been gone.

But, the moment that came to mind immediately when I read through her prompt was not a gift I received for Christmas. It was something my mom brought home for me one day. A gift unattached to a holiday, birthday, or requirement.

I grew up in the age of Cabbage Patch Kids. The real ones with the yarn hair, adoption paperwork, and cute little autographed asses. The ones that parents waited hours in line for. They always smelled a certain way, and I loved them. Looking back, I don’t know if I loved them more because they were hard to get, but either way that particular toy was a significant part of my childhood. And, I was a lucky kid that had several Cabbage Patch Kids. I had a preemie doll and a set of twins. And, another one that I am not sure I remember (I still have them all in a tote in my garage).

But, one day, my mom came home from being out and about with Roger. Roger was a brown-haired Cabbage Patch Kid, and I don’t know why, but he was always my favorite. Like I said, there was no particular reason for her to get me the doll. She had been in a store, Sears I think, that had just received a shipment, and there wasn’t a line a mile long. I remember her describing it to me when I was older that there was a wall of them to choose from. But, at the time, I didn’t realize that.

At the time, I just knew I wasn’t asking for a new doll, and she didn’t feel like she had to get me a present for anything in particular. She just got him for me because she knew that I would love him, and I did. It was simple. The way gift giving should be and so rarely actually is. What an awesome thing to remember this time of year.

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